There was a man named john who was born a Christian; went to the sacrosanct Church from the very first day of his life,
Scrupulously read through every page of the bible; even keeping the same beneath his pillow when he transited into a slumber,
Embellished his neck with a chrome tipped cross; the holy silhouette of Jesus embedded to perfection,
Although the blood that flowed through his veins was crimson red like his counterpart mates; and the tones of air that he expunged from his nose when he respired was no different than any human inhabiting the globe.
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